He used to think he wanted to be good, he wanted to be kind, he wanted to be brave and wise, but it was all pretty difficult. He wanted to be loved, too, if he could fit it in.
Tender is the Night by Scott Fitzgerald, 1934
For some reason, I’ve recalled the time I had a mind-bending fever and designed a rap album for a group consisting of Nellie McKay, Rufus Wainwright, and me (obviously). It had a complete tracklist and album art. Holy shit.
Meeting with the boss’s new boss: he said “let me break it down for you” a bunch of times.
What do you do when an attractive person smiles at you on the street?
Cross to avoid signing their petition.